Class & Me Poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell

As I sit here with ever-lasting boredom,
the roaring of pathetic boys
and evil crackles from the girls
disturbs me

I wonder strongly * Why am I here?
* What is the point?
* Do I belong?

No paper, no pens, no descipline I sigh
Questions thrown about with hudreds of answers
but none are ventured across

The breaking cry of the teacher
amuses every soul in the room
apart from mine

Name calling from every angle
bouncing of the walls like feirce flames
Repeating itself as it is supposed to be clever
but no one notices its petty

A thousand names is now listed on the dirty
white-board as I write this
And no one cares
obviously its hysterical but personally
I don't agree.